Chapter 49: Men's Locker Room: Are you guys coming to change clothes as a group? ...

Although it was very tempting to pick up Little Black Face and take him home to work, when Chaomu took a look at the price of the column for unlocking pets, he finally gave up thinking about it: there was no other reason, this thing was just too expensive.

Perhaps they calculated that players would be tempted to spend money on this aspect, so the system is fearless and doesn't even pop up gift packs. One column costs 648 to unlock - this kind of price is obviously prepared for the big spenders. Chaomu, who is reluctant to spend even six yuan, is definitely not the target audience.

Instead of spending money, it would be better to study how to terminate the pet relationship with Mimi... It seems that Little Black Face can make more money than Mimi!

The players' abacus beads clattered, and the tense atmosphere among the wealthy women only lasted a short time before returning to a state of joy. The dinner was about to enter the dancing phase, and the band's music changed to cheerful dance music.

"I glanced at the time...it seems to be about time." Mrs. Kawasaki, who had not been involved in the undercurrent between Mrs. Fujita and Ms. Shimizu, gave Chaomu a look.

The latter actually didn't understand, but followed her anyway, and saw the lady slightly stretching out her hand, as if waiting for her to take something.

Although she was good at intelligence work, Chao Mu was not very good at this kind of job: most of the time her emotional intelligence was at the level of turning the table when her boss picked up the food, and for a moment she did not understand what the lady wanted her to get.

...There's champagne, cake, a cake knife on the table over there...what else? Could it be that the lady's "time's up" just now means "killing time," intending to stab everyone who disobeys to death with a knife?

She was brainstorming when she felt something suddenly thrust into her hand. Midorikawa Kei pressed the microphone into her palm and poked her wrist helplessly.

Oh, it’s a microphone.

A sudden realization dawned on Chaomu, and like a young eunuch, he handed the microphone to Mrs. Kawasaki with both hands. She glanced at the young man with cat-like eyes, standing behind her, his presence low. Her lips curled up in interest, and she took the microphone, patting her head as if to encourage her to do better next time.

Expecting players to improve their emotional intelligence is somewhat difficult. Chaomu retreated to the side, hooked the palm of the young man beside him, and whispered in his ear, "Thank you, Yi... Midorikawa-kun. I'll help you squeeze that little black face later."

Although she lowered her voice, Amuro Toru, who had just come around to help Mrs. Kawasaki, heard it clearly. The blond youth narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze sweeping across the short-haired girl before finally settling on his own childish face.

Midorikawa Jing: “…………”

The cat-eyed young man's Adam's apple rolled, feeling the burning gaze of Xiao Xunran nearly burning through his face. Chaomu was still looking up at him expectantly, so he had to lower his eyelashes and whisper, "It's just for fun... Miss Chaomu, there's no need..."

Chaomu originally wanted to tell him not to be polite, but before he could finish the words, "Who are we friends?", the gossip session came to an abrupt end.

Mrs. Kawasaki tapped the microphone twice, the crisp vibrations hushing the entire banquet hall. Her burgundy nails shimmered in the light as she delicately brushed the edge of the microphone.

"As everyone knows, I hate boring social occasions," she winked in Ms. Shimizu's direction, "so tonight, I've arranged a special program—a pet-themed costume party!"

As she spoke, dozens of rose-studded ribbons draped the second floor. The previously courteous waiters suddenly ripped open their shirts, revealing their pecs coated in gold powder. A bartender wearing bunny ears wheeled in a three-tiered champagne tower, its crystal glasses gleaming dazzlingly under the suddenly flicked lights.

The style of the banquet hall changed so quickly that the ladies present were not surprised: after all, with Mrs. Kawasaki's style, it was unlikely that she would hold a vegan banquet.

Chaomu was startled and let out a small cry. After hesitating for two seconds, he tugged at the sleeve of the young man beside him and said, "Do you want to..."

Everyone tore their shirts except Midorikawa Kei and Amuro Toru, which made them seem a bit out of place.

The blond young man's fingertips had subconsciously touched his collar. Midorikawa was shocked by Kojinran's skill, but he also seriously thought about whether his behavior was consistent with his character.

Before they could make a decision, Mrs. Kawasaki had already walked down the stairs and, smiling, had the waiter push over two racks of clothes. "Visiting guests, please also draw some clothes to dress up. The men's locker room is over there. Girls, come over here... Come over here, little Chaomu. I've picked out a beautiful dress for you."

"In twenty minutes, guests not in drag will be expelled from the dinner—hurry, darling!"

This order was capricious and sudden, but it turned out that the female guests invited by Mrs. Kawasaki were all very happy. Even the pure lover Ms. Shimizu remembered to hand the golden dog ears she had picked up from the prop box to Amuro Toru before leaving, asking him to remember to wear them.

Several respectable male guests who had no idea how the party would develop were also forced to wear aprons and other clothing. Their polite faces suddenly changed color and turned red, and they wanted to curse, but they didn't expect that the shame and indignation on the respectable gentleman's face was exactly what Mrs. Kawasaki, who had a bad taste, wanted to appreciate.

Chaomu vaguely heard Mrs. Fujita laughing, and she praised Mrs. Kawasaki's aesthetic taste in inviting guests. She also provided a list of several good-looking and decent people and recommended them to her for invitation next time.

The female guests were all wearing gorgeous dance dresses of various colors, while the men's clothing was mostly made of suits - there was no version with a shirt, and the back of the jacket was hollowed out all the way to the waist, so it could be said that it was airtight from front to back.

In the middle, Chaomu spotted a particularly Western-style dancer's costume. It seemed to be covered in translucent gauze, with only a few gold chains. The figure was now held stiffly in the hands of the black-faced man, and Mrs. Fujita had added a thin gold necklace inlaid with amethysts.

Before the other ladies leaned over to Midorikawa Jing, she decisively chose to defend her adoptive father's chastity and stuffed the butler's uniform with the most fabric into his hands: "Let's take this one. I think Midorikawa-kun would look better in more... What's that called? Abstinence-style!"

The young man with cat eyes struggled to control his gaze that was drifting towards You Xunran, and gratefully accepted the backless butler uniform - and the matching rabbit ears and tail.

Although this outfit is a bit too advanced, it is at least better than the scraps of cloth that You Xunran was assigned... Zero's envious eyes are about to burn him.

There were only a few men's pieces with any fabric, and they were quickly snatched up by the men, leaving only a few scraps of fabric. Asami was being pushed along by Mrs. Kawasaki, he suddenly remembered that he had defended his adoptive father but forgotten to protect his pet: Oh no, Mimi is still upstairs. Will he have anything to wear when he comes down to change?

Human joys and sorrows are never the same. Mimi Morohoshi's mood upstairs is unknown for the time being, but Midorikawa Kei's mood seems... shameful, but not that bad, compared to Yu Junran's.

Fortunately, Mrs. Kawasaki still provided them with a dressing room, which gave him a chance to have a small meeting with Kojinran. Midorikawa Kei watched as the short-haired girl, looking back every few steps, was pushed into the exclusive lounge by Mrs. Kawasaki. He hesitated for two seconds, then looked at Kojinran, who had a sullen look on his face. Maintaining a touch of unfamiliarity, he politely asked, "Excuse me... Mr. Amuro, do you know where the dressing room is?"

"...Of course." Amuro Toru managed to maintain the cheerful face of a perfect gigolo, "I'll take you there."

At least, at least I have a chance to exchange information with Hiro... It's not too bad...

In this situation, their gathering did not attract anyone's attention. Several of the men's changing rooms were already filled with other male guests, so it was natural for them to go into the outer room together.

Although Mrs. Kawasaki wouldn't be so ruthless as to install a bug or camera in the dressing room, Amuro Toru still did a quick check. Even though he found nothing unusual, he still kept a certain distance from Koujinran during their conversation.

The two men were like strangers who met by chance in the locker room, neither looking at the other. One was fiddling with the gold chain of the ghostly Western dancer, while the other was struggling to put on the somewhat tight backless butler uniform.

"...In other words, you are..." Even though the key words were omitted, Amuro Toru completely understood what Koujunran meant from the gestures and secret codes. For a moment, the twitching of his eyebrows was similar to the arc of the golden tassel swaying in his hand. "You like to drink too?"

"Unlike you who likes rum, I prefer gin." Midorikawa Jing fastened his belt, frowning and struggling with the suit pants that overly highlighted his hips, a wry smile hidden in his eyes. "I didn't expect..."

Toru Amuro didn't expect that things would be so coincidental - it was a coincidence that they met in such an occasion, and God knew that they were both undercover in the same organization... Doesn't the National Police Agency consider the background of undercover agents when sending them?

He exhaled a breath of pain, but ultimately managed to calm himself down thanks to his exceptional mental fortitude. He quickly exchanged information with Kokunenran: "Although the Shimizu and Fujita families have had close ties, the recent rift between Ms. Shimizu and Councilman Fujita has nearly shattered their relationship. Councilman Fujita wants to mend their relationship, but Mrs. Kawasaki has been so defensive that he hasn't had the opportunity..."

"It's almost certain that Councillor Fujita has cheated on his wife," Midorikawa Keiya said quickly, lowering his voice. "The action team has been authorized to assassinate him at any time. Besides me, there's another member..."

Amidst the clamor of the dance music, the approaching footsteps were still remarkably clear. Almost simultaneously, the two undercover agents suppressed their expressions, changing their clothes before the door opened. As if completely unaware of each other, they stood on the left, the other on the right, fixing their appearance in front of the full-length mirror.

The long-haired man who entered the room casually opened the collar of his shirt, revealing the black cat ears on his head that looked quite realistic. Although his clothes weren't wild enough, he had all the necessary cat ears and tails.

"Sorry... I didn't know there was someone inside." Although he said this, there was no apology on Zhu Xingda's face. His cold green eyes swept over the two people who looked back, and his eyes flashed slightly, "Are you two... changing clothes together?"

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The author has something to say: The end of the previous chapter was revised, so those who missed the opportunity to follow it can take a look back!

Western region male dancer with black face, rabbit ears butler Midorikawa, naked in a suit, Moroboshi, debut (not)